[Verse 1] Boot heels strike the earth in time, Old Quarter breathing through the grime. Streets remember every step, Calling back the ones who left. [Verse 2] Fiddle hums a single thread, Winding through the night ahead. Banjo flickers in the heat— Heartbeat fighting to repeat. [Chorus] Old Quarter pulse— rising in the square, Stomp by stomp ’til the night grows bare. Every echo knows her name, Every rhythm fans the flame. [Verse 3] Lantern shadows sway and bend, Footsteps circle, then descend. I can feel her in the drum, Calling me to where she’s from. [Chorus] Old Quarter pulse— thundering the ground, Stomp by stomp ’til our shapes are found. All this marching, all this ache, Beats the path our souls will take. [Bridge] Gathered breath, a rising swell, City hums like some old spell. Every sound draws me in close— To the one I miss the most. [Final Chorus] Old Quarter pulse— calling through the haze, Stomp by stomp ’till we meet someday. When the river brings her near, I will know her by the rhythm here.
